your magic, white rabbit · Pack Activity

Pack Activity Nordic Festival! I'll keep each round open for one week and anyone is welcome to join regardless of age (or Captivity status)! If you want to collect EXP for it make sure you post in every round but you can have your character hop in at any time. :-) This round ends Friday, August 15th! First round is the inital gathering. Everyone brings something to eat to feast on since it begins as a feast.

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Ragnar had been formulating the festival of Uppsala for quite some time. Initially it had to be put on hold to get his wolves moved from Horizon Ridge to Stavanger Bay and even then it felt wrong to hold a joyous occasion so soon after Pump's death. Despite his hesitancy to keep pushing a celebration and thanking of the Gods for all they had given them it had given him more time to collect what was necessary for it and make sure the preparations were ready. He had worried bones in each God's honor, laying the teeth marked bones on piles of things that related to each God in a V shape behind where he planned to stand to feast and sacrifice with Odinn at the tip of the 'V' as the King. He had dug up the Berserker mushrooms he had gathered for the occasion though it was not to be confused with his own personal stash in the back corner of his den marked with raven's skull. Despite the drama that circulated his personal life, subtly making him reconsider his ambition to gain the Counselor trade considering most of them went to him for love advice, he was able to put the war between the two women whom he called his wives aside as he focused on the preparations and the necessity of where each relic was placed. He had enlisted the help of his children briefly to show them how it was done but if their interest in assisting him waned he had sent them to go play or assist Thistle or Nerian with whatever either woman needed help with. It was as the sun had began it's descent into the sky that Ragnar had finally finished and satisfied the scarred Scandinavian had taken a step back to examine his handiwork. In Odinn's Cove he was used to having Floki's help but this year Ragnar found himself on his own, trying to re-create the Cove's tradition. It wasn't hard per say but he missed his unorthodox friend's company. His gift of a fawn in velvet for the feast was set a few feet from where he stood staring into the darkening copse of trees not painted in the golden light of the sunset. Tonight was about celebration and he was determined to make it a good time from those who attended, for his wives if they both attended and for himself. A night of letting lose of worries and responsibility was exactly what Stavanger Bay needed and Ragnar was ready to get hit faced high feast, sacrifice, and celebrate in the honor of his Gods. After a few moments of reassuring that everything was ready the Viking tilted his head back and sent out the invitation, focusing his eyes of Caribbean ice to the trees waiting to see who would arrive.